Just then, the arrogant young man arrived at the Dharma Estate.
The rogue cultivators around him, who had been itching to act, all changed expressions at the sight of his Daoist robes.
"He's from the Great Evolution Dao Sect!"
Someone cried out in alarm. Even the few rogue cultivators who had not understood what was happening were shaken upon hearing that name.
The young man in Daoist robes calmly received their complicated gazes of shock, wariness, and reverence... He had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.
The Daoist Sect was merciful, allowing these specks of dust to gaze up at its members.
"Let's go in," the young cultivator told his junior brother beside him, then took the lead into the Dharma Estate.
The Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators' faces looked as though someone had overturned a palette of dyes across them, their expressions utterly hideous. Yet none dared move to stop him.
Meanwhile, the cultivators who had been too afraid of those Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators to enter were overjoyed and followed him into the Dharma Estate.
"What do we do, Brother Chen?" one Foundation Establishment cultivator asked his friend through voice transmission.
Brother Chen snorted irritably. "What do you think? Sit on our hands!" Could he possibly stop the Great Evolution Dao Sect? Those people held grudges like no others.
"What a pity. Who knows what treasures are inside? Those Qi Refining cultivators get to reap all the benefits." Another person joined the exchange.
"What, you want to go in too?" Brother Chen replied. "Then go ahead. It's not as though you can't."
"Heh." The speaker gave a dry laugh. Why would he put himself in danger?
As a rogue cultivator, he cherished his life above all. He still had two hundred years left to live; there was no